She knew she can't love him,
He knew he shouldn't fall for her,
And he silently watched her loving him just like how he loved her.
Yet life happened and they fell, Hard.
When they said love is a curse, they never told what is the cure.
When enemie...
Pia's pov - "Honey come down dear, everyone is waiting for breakfast" my mom shouted from downstairs.
"Yes mom, coming" I yawned and got up, I lazily again sprawled on my bed for more few minutes but eventually got up. Did all my morning business and decided to get dressed after shower.
I decided to wear white jeggings, black and white line full sleeves crop top, white sports shoes. I decided to wear half pony, did light makeup, applied lip gloss, and Looked into the mirror last time.
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"Ah...you look good pia" I Ted talked myself and smiled.
I headed down to the kitchen where everyone was waiting for me to show up. My mom was removing something from the microwave, my dad was reading newspaper and my sister Jenny like always was chatting to God knows who on mobile. It was a big dinning table and we only four in our house. Linda, our main chef was on holiday today.
"Good morning mom and dad" I said kissing them both on cheeks.
"Morning honey" my mom said handling me my pancakes.
"Morning sweetheart" my dad said while kissing me on my forehead.
"Morning to you too sis" Jenny said.
"There is nothing good about mornings when I get to see your face" I said sarcastically.
"Wow. That was the best comeback from you in days" she said grinning. I rolled my eyes.
"OK girls, see you at evening...enjoy your day" my dad said hugging us both and later pecked mom. Did I mention they both share their breakfast by the way. Mom started eating half her breakfast which dad left.
Before I could say anything my over smart sister said. "how romantic" my mom blushed. And Jenny was smiling like idiot.
"Like seriously, romantic? What kind of romantic is it, sharing your food?" I asked raising my eyebrows. And in response Jenny glared at me.
"Actually when your dad and I met we were highschool sweethearts. We never used to share our food, we used to love our food. then we fell in love and than onwards we started sharing our food to indicate our love is more important than food" my mom said blushing.
"How cute love story" Jenny said. I scoffed. Seriously? I have never heard something more illogical and absurd and unscientific and unreasonable and... Ok. I need to stop.
"So you both share your breakfast till now?" I asked thinking how can one share their food for almost 20 years non-stop, I mean I love my food and I will definitely chop someone's hand if they try to touch my food.
"Yes... you will understand how mad people become in love honey when you will find someone for you" my mom said smiling.
"I will rather stay alone than sharing my food" I said rolling my eyes.
